First Comes Love - Page 343

“I want you to curve to me,” he explains before taking my mouth passionately.

My arousal is still fresh on his breath, and tasting myself turns me on. It’s so erotic and sexy, knowing he was just pleasuring me with his mouth and now he’s digging me out with his cock while he tastes my cream on his tongue.

Thankfully, his body begins to rock, slowly inching in and out of me, the sounds of my juicy pussy loud in the silence of our bodies. I’m oozing with cream after so many orgasms and hours of arousal, and he’s enjoying the fruits of his hard labor, increasing his speed until his body is lifted as he slams into me faster.

“Oh God! Yes, Carter!” I yell, my stomach muscles clenching with eagerness as I lift my ass off of the bed to meet his thrusts.

I come alive to his movements, no matter how tired I am. Something in me accelerates whenever he rocks into me, I guess it’s my addiction, because I surely can’t get enough of him. And now that he can fuck me, I think we’ll be doing this every morning and every night. Nothing compares to him plunging into me, stretching my pussy to handle all twelve inches of his magnificent cock.

Forcing myself to stay focused, rather than do what I want and jump down to shove his length into my mouth until he explodes against my tongue. God, there’s just something about tasting his release that makes me go weak. This is probably another indication of the severity of my problem, because I’m daydreaming about sucking him off while he fucks me harder and harder.

My legs shoot into the air as he lifts himself up and falls into me. My body gripping him each time, squeezing him as he slides out of my juicy sex. He’s grunting louder and I know he has to be close to his own climax, holding off as long as he could to please me. His love for making me cum is such a turn on, but let's be honest, everything about him turns me on at this point.

Carter’s obsession with me, and my enjoyment and pleasure is what really makes me cum each time. I cum for him, not the sex or the feelings from the penetration. It’s his voice, his instruction, and his desire that push me on, causing me to lose control each time. I love the influx in his voice when he begins to plead and moan, almost squealing with delight. That’s what makes me weak, not the physicality of it.

So when I hear him begin to lose control, I pick up my own vigor, slamming into him as I lift my pelvis. He’s desperate now, control evading him as his body takes over, his animalistic need to cum driving his hips into me so roughly that our bodies make a clapping sound as they clash together. Grunts accompany every plunge, and he’s moving so fast I can no longer grip his cock, he’s in and out too quickly.

“Yes, Carter! God, you feel amazing! I love you, baby!” I cry, and my declaration seems to give him a boost of energy because he surges even harder and faster, his arm locked beneath my knee, holding my leg up so that my pussy spreads for him. He feels indescribable rocking into me, and knowing that he'll lose himself inside me only increases my own race to climax.

As always, the fear begins to build. After so many orgasms, it’s scary to feel the waves building so immensely, questioning if my body can even handle another explosion after the way the last one wiped me out. Of course it’s out of my control, because I’m desperate to chase after the pleasure, regardless of how weak my body feels.

He’s driving into me recklessly, his hips bucking like an animal. My legs are spread as wide as they can go, my hips sore from the pressure and my pussy creaming with every pump. Carter is going from grunting to growling to groaning, his abs tight as he crashes into me. I know he’s only a few strokes away, but I wasn’t expecting his orders.

“You’re gonna cum with me,” he says and I know he means it.

Closing my eyes, I focus on the waves building in me. Thinking back to all we’ve been through in these short weeks, I feel the orgasm take on new life. This is more than sex, it’s the culmination of so much fantasizing and dreaming. It’s what I’ve wanted for so long and its finally happening.

From first watching his show to dancing for him in that private room. He was so sexy, so unattainable, but I could see the effect I had on him within minutes. His cock was bulging before we even made it to the private room. I got him off so quickly when I decided it was time for him to explode, and he was dead set on returning the favor even though I didn’t care.

It was nothing like his previous experiences with women, and he was nothing

like my previous experiences with men. After weeks of waiting and teasing it was all finally happening, and not a moment too soon. Hearing him lose himself inside me was the most satisfying sound in the world. With my eyes clenched I try to etch the sound of his moans into my memory.

“Fuck! Ashley! Oh fuck!” He begins and I pull him closer as he buries his face into my neck. With his mouth so close to my ear, my pussy clenches to every whine he makes, even the ones under his breath as he mutters in ecstasy.

My orgasm begins to take over before I’m even ready, there’s just something about his pleasure that causes me to lose control. I can’t help it and I don’t want to. He’s so sexy, so controlling, so dominating, but for me he melts like chocolate, and that makes me feel like the sexiest woman in the world.

“I’m cumming for you, baby!” I yell, my climax just at the edge.

“Fuck yeah! Let me feel it, Ashley,” he growls.

“Carter! Carter! Carter, baby!” I yell, my pelvis thrusting forward quickly, my clit desperate for the friction.

Abruptly, he slams into me, stilling as his pelvis presses against my clit, causing me to moan uncontrollably. Lost to the release, I don’t hear or feel anything but my own pleasure, which is off the charts. I’m just beginning to regain my thinking when I feel his cock twitch and spasm inside of me. The warm cream oozing from his cock, deep in my pussy.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he groans in that weak tone I love to hear so much.

Together, we lie, holding each other tightly as our bodies pant in unison. After a marathon love making session, we’re both spent, drenched in sweat as his semen begins to slide out of me. Carter pulls out of me, flipping onto his back beside me as the warm, thick gel like cream slides down my thigh.

Reaching his hand between my legs, he pushes the semen back inside me with his fingers, and I grab his hand and bring it to my mouth, licking the cream from his fingertips as his eyelids grow heavy, his blue eyes clouding with lust.

Both of our addictions flare as we gaze at each other, knowing we won’t be leaving the bed for a really long time, if ever. There’s nothing else I need in this world and from the looks of things, Carter doesn’t need more than me.

We are enough for each other, more than enough actually. We fulfill every dream and fantasy, and that gives us everything we could possibly desire. He’s the man of my dreams, and he’s my man, what could be better than that.

“Worth the wait?” he asks with raised eyebrows.

“Don’t brag,” I tease him. He knows he over performed. I came more times than I could count.

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